In leading the open-air life from summer to winter and to summer again, the system becomes adjusted, and one does not suffer as much as at first glance would seem probable; in fact, one suffers very little if any, provided there are plenty of good food and warm clothing.
On one occasion, when we were coming away from a snowy experience in the Uinkaret Mountains, we were enveloped in a severe flurry one morning soon after starting.

When we had gone about a mile and a half, the whole world seemed to terminate.

The air was dense with the fast-falling, snowflakes, and all beyond a certain line was white fog, up, down, and sideways.

A halt was imperative, as we knew not which way to turn except back, and that was not our direction.

Descending from our horses we stepped out in the direction of the illimitable whiteness, only to find that there was nothing there to travel on.